But I Feel

Ten.

I always fantasize you as my
Prince charming
And my self as Cindrella
With a crystal shoe.

I always hope, like a fairy tale,
You would come holding
One of the crystal shoe,
Put it on my feet,
And claim me as yours...

But again I realise
That this is the real world
Which makes my hope shatter into
Millions of tiny pieces
You could not other put together.

I only pray....
Can't this be true??
Can't we be true??

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